We sail in shallow oceans and we drink the spoiled wine,
While we’re staring down our noses like our tastes are so refined.
We made intelligence a cancer, being right is now the cure,
And we’ll make up all the answers if it makes us feel secure.
We got militant anti-atheist know-it-alls at age sixteen,
And here’s some young iconoclasts, cynical as ever seen.
The war is never-ending, but the chasm’s not that wide,
We all want to stand for something, so we’ve got to take a side.
Doesn’t matter if you know much, or if it’s worth the blood you shed,
As long as you are passionate, and the other guys are dead.
When love and justice fail, we hunt the mythic whale.